The cavalry archers of the two blue flags were still following behind these serf armies, suppressing the defenders at the head of the city with a rain of arrows, and shooting Guan Ningjian who looked like generals with superb archery skills.

This kind of tactical tactics, inherited from the slave chieftain period, has not made the slightest change, and still formed a greater suppression and caused greater damage to the defenders of Jinzhou of the Guanning Army who were defending the city.

On the other hand, the Guanning army also accumulated rich experience in fighting against the Jiannu army in the Battle of Ningyuan, and under the impetus of Chongzhen, they learned lessons and learned nutrients.

These little warriors are like steel has been tempered, and they have grown tremendously.

In the face of such suppressed adversity, he was still able to see the gap and fight back, not only to give the invading enemy a head-on blow, but also to effectively kill and injure the living force of the Jiannu army, while reducing his own casualties as much as possible.

In fact, these are the most common self-protection consciousness on the battlefield.

However, there has never been a shortage of people who are angry in ancient China, but under the indoctrination and guidance of Chongzhen, most of the Guanning soldiers have been able to deal with all sudden and inevitable events on the battlefield relatively calmly.

No matter how bloody and tragic the battlefield is.

Even if a comrade-in-arms next to him was accidentally shot through the shoulder and fell on the green brick in pain while holding his shoulder, he would not be distracted, but would only look at the set goal more indifferently, waiting for the opportunity to give a fatal blow.

And the injured will not shout in a panic, so as not to affect the morale of the army, and there are even young and strong soldiers with huge shields, half-squatting and running quickly, escorting them to the bottom of the city wall to deal with their injuries.

If the injuries are minor, they can be treated simply and then return to the city walls to continue the fight.

If the injuries are serious, they will be carried to the wounded camp for medical treatment.

But those who still have the strength to fight all choose to go to the line of fire again.

Even those who are dying are muttering when they are dying: Kill! Kill Jiannu! Defend Liaodong!

The red-clothed cannon was still protected by the tarpaulin and did not exert its power, and the double-barreled fire gun became the biggest weapon to defend the city, which made Mang Gutai hate it very much, and he hated Huang Taiji even more.

"Following the defeat of Juehua, eighth, you drove Lao Tzu to take the lead in attacking the city! It's nothing more than trying to consume Lao Tzu's troops! Then Lao Tzu will let you quietly, my two blue flag tiger killing warriors, what a Baturu! ”

Even if the soldiers died, most of them were serfs who belonged to the two blue banners.

But this did not prevent Mang Gutai from blaming the guilt of this great battle loss on Huang Taiji's inaccurate military situation, just like the failure of the Juehua raid.

Most of the serf soldiers from the Han family also hated Mang Gutai's ruthlessness, but under the ruthless swords and strong bows of the overseers on horseback, no one who was held back could be spared.

There is no way to live, but there is no way.

The serfs had no choice but to let out a resolute cry, carrying the ladder and rushing to the north wall of the town like crazy, pushing the heavy siege carts and carrying the heavy battering rams, and rushed to the city wall and gate north of the town.

The ravines under the moat were poked with spikes, and many serfs who jumped down first and then tried to climb up were stabbed to death by spikes, or pierced through the thighs and screamed.

The friend who passed by through the ladder subconsciously thought that he had no chance of survival, and raised his hand to slash at the top of his head to help him free himself from this muddy and filthy world.

After all, if you are injured in the dirty water of summer, even if you are rescued and carried back, not only will you still not survive, but you will die in an even more tragic way.

Over the years, this group of people who can't please both sides of Mingjin have long been accustomed to all kinds of tragic deaths, not to mention the life and death of others, but they are related to themselves, and many times they don't care at all.

At such a moment, no serf army has the time, let alone the right to think about life and death.

Life and death, life and death, life and death.

The serf army, which tried to cross the not very wide moat with ladders, was not much better.

Guan Ningjun coldly never remembered the old feelings of these former clansmen, and only regarded them as a group of soulless walking corpses, even more hated than the Jiannu who violated my homeland.

Seeing that they were enemies with Jiannu, there were not necessarily many heroic ones, but at this moment, they roared and rushed up bravely, and poured down the crossbows and firearms, rolling stones and wood, and not wanting money.

These poor worms, who didn't even have a shield, and the Han serf ronin, who didn't even have a pair of decent shoes in this rainy season full of poisonous insects, suffered a large number of casualties in an instant, and became real dead souls.

The corpses soon filled the ravine-like moat, and the muddy water was mixed with blood and rain, and it was already impossible to distinguish between them.

The corpses in the mud quickly changed from horizontal to vertical to layered.

Where is this war, it is simply filling the river with human lives and paving roads with human lives.

The dark sky opened a corner out of nowhere, revealing a glimmer of light, as if the heavens had opened one eye, looking down on the beings on the ground indifferently and mockingly, as if to say: "It's so miserable, the serf army of the Han family." ”

Mang Gutai looked up at the sky, and in his simple mind, which had always only been fighting and killing, for some reason, an ancient poem from the black-faced boy who had already passed from the Ming Dynasty to Shenyang suddenly appeared.

So in the midst of extreme unwillingness and unwillingness, Mang Gutai angrily pointed at the sky, wanting to try to compete with the heavenly princess, and wanted to shout: "The thief is ...... God."

But he didn't want to open his mouth just now, and he saw a thunderbolt coming straight down, followed by the roar of the thunder god, which frightened him from the sky and the earth, and almost fell from his horse.

Mang Gutai has always been fearless of everything in the world, and even Huang Taiji, who has become a great khan, often has the urge to raise a knife to hack him to death.

However, this reckless man was only afraid of Tianwei, and while he was frightened in his heart, he was also extremely depressed, and he did not vomit or be unhappy.

had no choice but to turn all the grudges into military orders to urge the war and supervise the war, and even more tragically drove the Han serf army who had done their best.

In front, the defenders ruthlessly resisted, and then there were Jiannu ruthlessly supervising and killing.

The serf army of the Han family, which was only miserable and only wanted to survive, was finally completely broken, and the remaining belief in survival was also pressed to a one-sided end.

Many Han serf soldiers were crying and shouting like madness, how bravely they rushed up just now, and how they retreated as if they were desperate for their lives.

No matter how angry the Jiannu Governor's team is, no matter how ruthless the killing is, it will not have the slightest effect.

Even whoever stops it!

Just like the tide in the sea, the tide rises and falls, all by the power of the sea, and is beyond the control of the coast.

At this moment, Mang Gutai even had the illusion that the Han serf army was more ferocious than the Jiannu army, so he could only reluctantly issue a military order to temporarily withdraw the troops.

The poignant order to collect troops sounded, and the Jiannu army was defeated and retreated along with the Han serf army, which caused the first defeat in the Jinzhou offensive and defensive battle.

The defenders at the head of the city did not cheer, and watched the fierce Hannu army retreat like a tide, and only seized the opportunity to kill and wound as many enemy troops as possible with firearms and crossbows.

After leaving a pile of corpses behind, the Han serf army, as the main attacker, finally withdrew from the firing range of the double-barreled musket.

When their lives were no longer threatened, the deep fear of these poor Han remnants for the Jiannu Governor returned to their senses.

Neither advance, nor retreat, nor standing, nor squatting.

It's just that instinctively getting closer and closer, it seems that only then can we feel a trace of warmth in this boring rainy season.

The heavy rain paused for a short while, and Zu Dashou saw that the opportunity could not be missed, and immediately ordered the red-clothed cannon to be sacrificed.

Zhou Ji took Peng Hairpin and Luo Li and other gunners, and he had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

Holding back the desire to fight, he temporarily retreated to the artillery camp under the city wall to avoid the rain of Jiannu's arrows, and quickly rushed to the city wall in the first second after receiving the military order.

He quickly shook off the stagnant water from the tarpaulin, and with a neat tear of it, he pushed the cannon to the city wall, stuffed the cannonball into it, drew a fuse, and lit it with a freshly lit torch.

Boom Boom!

The three red-clothed cannons roared at the same time like fierce tigers, and the momentum was really as earth-shattering as a tiger's roar in the mountains and forests, and there were ten rounds in a row, a total of thirty shells.

Scattered raindrops and water vapor in the air could not extinguish the sparks on the shells.

These cannonball meteor showers generally fell into the dense Han serf army formation, and they began to panic and retreat again when they heard the sound of cannons, killing and injuring a large number of people, and even the Jiannu Du team was greatly affected.

What made the proud Jiannu army mad the most was that many Jurchen warriors were caught off guard by the lowly serfs' ebbing tide-like formation, and even if they were trampled into pulp, they didn't even have time to rescue.

Mang Gutai originally despised the remnants of the Han family very much, and he was often abused, scolded and killed, how could he have suffered such humiliation?

Even if Huang Taiji asked him to not treat these remnants of the Han family well, he couldn't be forced too much, and forgot that he was beyond the clouds, and angrily sent the white-armored cavalry subordinate to Sanbeile.

The white-armored cavalry was indeed fierce, and the number of Niu Lu was only one but it was scattered into three teams, and it was like three sharp knives, piercing into the dense Han serf army formation.

All of a sudden, the stumps and heads were scattered and bloody, and the retreat of the Han serf army was stopped, and the confidence that had finally risen to resist the masters of the Jiannu was immediately shocked.

But in any case, Mang Gutai, who was known for his ferocity among the Eight Great Baylors of the Later Jin, declared his first reckless attack on Jinzhou a failure.

Mang Gutai squinted a pair of bull's eyes rarely, staring coldly at the city wall that looked very abrupt and even more obstructive, and his eyes burst out with a vicious light, like a poisonous snake that chooses people to devour in summer.